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Dupa o pauza foooarte lunga in care m-am mutat dintr-un oras mai linistit intr-unul la malul marii, dupa o vacanta indelung asteptata pe care am petrecut-o in Asia si multe zile frumoase cu 43 de grade, a venit momentul sa va povestesc cum au fost cele doua saptamani in Thailanda si, daca veti considera utile randurile mele, sa va inspir in alegerea acestei destinatii. Si pentru ca eu si sotul meu am fost destul de activi in Thailanda, am multe de povestit aici, asa ca ma gandesc sa structurez experientele mele in cateva parti, nu stiu exact cate vor fi, dar sper sa nu va plictisesc. Despre planificarea vacantei am scris aici.
Asadar, au urmat 3 luni de asteptare la limita agoniei, cu biletele de avion si cu rezervarile la hoteluri platite, cu documentari “obsesive” si planificari aparent batute in cuie. In aceasta perioada am citit atat de multe review-uri, am vazut atatea filmulete si poze cu locurile unde trebuia sa ajungem, incat nici acum nu-mi explic de ce, in ziua in care am plecat, in capetele noastre era haos total. Nu ne aminteam nici chiar numele hotelului unde trebuia sa ne cazam si ne amuzam ca daca avionul nu ne-ar fi dus la destinatie, sigur am fi ajuns pe alte meleaguri :-). O lectie pentru viitor: da, biletele de avion e bine sa le iei din timp pentru un pret bun, dar o documentare excesiva poate dauna sanatatii 🙂
In avionul spre Doha… prima surpriza. Cu vreo doua randuri inaintea noastra, o mama singura “se chinuia” din rasputeri sa isi calmeze copilul (de fapt nu facea nimic pentru asta), o fetita cam de 2 ani care a plans timp de 5 ore, mai exact fix cat a durat zborul Bucuresti-Doha (am zburat cu Qatar Airways). Pentru unii “colegi de suferinta” povestea asta nu a avut acelasi impact: s-au uitat la filme cu castile pe urechi sau au ascultat muzica si nu au fost la curent tot timpul cu tipetele disperate ale copilului si, uneori, ale mamei. Eu am cautat o alta abordare: am incercat cu un pahar cu vin rosu… sa dorm… sa… orice. Nu a mers. Nu ma intelegeti gresit, imi plac foarte mult copiii, dar acum era vacanta mea, nu putea sa inceapa cu un copil care se plimba printre scaunele avionului si urla. Ba da, putea :-). Detalii:
Iata-ne in Doha, la miezul noptii, pe jumatate adormiti, cautand smoking area pentru un sot disperat care se afla la limita dintre viata si moarte, apoi alergand catre un alt terminal, aflat, evident, in celalalt capat al aeroportului, pentru transferul catre Bangkok si implorand Divinitatea sa nu trimita fetita de 2 ani insotita de mama ei, in Thailanda (am uitat sa spun ca erau asiatice si, de ce nu, puteau sa locuiasca in Bangkok). Din fericire nu a fost asa.
Despre compania cu care am zburat, Qatar Airways pot vorbi doar la superlativ: aeronave spatioase si curate, personal manierat, mancare foarte buna. Dupa un alt zbor de 6 ore cu cea mai mare aeronava cu care am zburat vreodata (eram cam 500 de pasageri) am ajuns pe aeroportul din Thailanda. Am schimbat o suma mica de euro in moneda locala – bahts – pentru ca trebuia sa platim taxa de viza, iar cursul de la casa de schimb din aeroport era jenant. Procedurile de obtinere a vizei au durat foarte putin. Am avut din tara cate o poza tip pasaport (in cazul in care nu ai poti face acolo, contra cost), am completat cate un formular, pe altele le-am completat in avion si cu viza in pasaport si tigarile in buzunar (eu nu sunt fumatoare), cautam smoking area, din nou 🙂 De data asta am primit amenintari directe ca daca nu fumeaza in urmatoarele 2 minute, il pierd. Nu am stat sa ma gandesc sub ce forma il pierd, m-am gandit ca am nevoie de el in zilele urmatoare si….singurul loc de fumat era la 43 de grade, afara 🙂 A fost primul impact cu aerul thailandez. Am simtit ca nu putem respira si e inutil sa va mai spun ca a tras doar 2-3 fumuri…inapoi la aer conditionat. Bun, dar asta e doar inceputul, ne vom obisnui si cu soarele si cu aerul conditionat, ambele in exces :-).
La aterizarea in Bangkok era deja ora 12,30 si trebuia sa asteptam pana la un alt transfer catre Regiunea Krabi inca 5 ore, urma sa zburam cu compania locala Thai Airways. A urmat un zbor de o ora, lin si foarte placut, apoi am aterizat in Krabi, pe un aeroport micut dar cochet si unde ne-a asteptat un sofer de la compania de transfer pe care am contactat-o din tara si care urma sa ne duca spre destinatia noastra, Ao Nang. Dupa 30 de minute de mers cu masina am ajuns la hotel, era noapte, foarte cald, stiam ca suntem langa plaja, dar trebuia sa ne cazam inainte de toate. Eram si foarte obositi, nu am dormit deloc in avion, de fapt nu dormisem de 36 de ore. Cand am iesit in balcon am vazut o minune de peisaj, eram la 30 de metri de mare, cu putin efort as fi putut sari din balcon direct in apa 🙂
Am facut un tur scurt prin imprejurimi, am mancat la terasa hotelului care, ulterior am aflat ca era un fel de centru al distractiei din Ao Nang, apoi am dormit toata noaptea cu aerul conditionat pornit pentru ca in Thailanda ori mori de cald, ori mori de frig, ori te acomodezi spontan cu un mix de fierbinte si rece. Desi era pe optiunea slow, acest lucru era lipsit de importanta cat timp dimensiunea aparatului ce ne furniza racoare in camera era cat latimea peretelui fiind pozitionat si aproape de pat. N-am murit si iata-ne a doua zi dimineata, cu privelistea asta de pe balcon:
Cam asa a decurs drumul nostru si primul contact cu Asia.Voi reveni in curand cu amanunte si povesti. Intre timp, daca aveti intrebari legate de Thailanda, incerc sa va raspund cu drag la ele. Pe curand!
My holiday in Thailand – 1
After a very long break that I moved from a quieter town in one at the seaside after a long waited vacation that I spent in Asia and many beautiful days with 43 degrees, it’s time to tell about the two weeks in Thailand and if you find my lines useful, feel inspired in choosing this destination. Because my husband and I have been quite active in Thailand, I have much to tell here, so I’m thinking to structure my experiences in parts, I don’t know exactly how many will be, but I hope you will not get bored. I wrote about planning my vacation here.
Therefore, three months of waiting in agony followed, with booked flights and hotel rooms, “obsessive” trip research and apparently nailed planning. During this period I read so many reviews, I have seen many videos and pictures of the places where we were going that even now I can not explain why in our heads was chaos on the day we left. I didn’t remember the name of the hotel where we had to accommodate and made jokes: if the plane wouldn’t have stopped to the destination, we sure arrived to other places. A lesson for the future: it is better to book plane tickets early for a good price, but an excessive research could be unhealthy.
In the plane to Doha we had the first surprise. A couple of rows ahead us, a single mother “was struggling” hard to calm down her baby (she actually did nothing for it), a girl about 2 years old who had cried for about 5 hours, exactly the flight time between Bucharest-Doha (we flew with Qatar Airways). For some “suffering fellow” the story hadn’t the same impact: they watched films with headphones on and listened to music and they were not aware all the time of the child and sometimes the mother’s desperate cries. I sought a different approach: I tried a glass of red wine to fell asleep … or … anything. It did not work. Do not get me wrong, I really like children, but it was my vacation could not start with a child walking and yelling throught the aisle. Yes, it could.
Here we were in Doha, at midnight, half asleep, looking for smoking area for a desperate husband living on the edge between life and death, then running to another terminal, which, of course, was at the other side of the airport to transfer to Bangkok and begging Divinity not to send the 2 years old girl accompanied by her mother in Thailand (I forgot to mention that they were Asian and, why not, they could have lived in Bangkok). Fortunately it was not so.
About the company with I flew, Qatar Airways, I can only speak at superlative: spacious and clean aircraft, well mannered staff, very good food. After another 6 hour flight with the largest aircraft that I’ve ever flown (about 500 passengers) I landed to Thailand airport. I changed a small amount of euro in local currency – bahts – because we had to pay visa fee and exchange rate at the airport was embarrassing. Visa procedures lasted very little. We had passport photos with us (if not, you take photos there, for a fee), we filled in one form, we filled others on the plane and with visa in passport and cigarettes in the pocket (I don’t smoke), we were looking for smoking area again. This time I received threats from my husband: if he did not smoke in the next two minutes, I was going to lose him. I didn’t think too much how I was going to lose him, but I thought I needed my hubby for the next days and the only smoking area was outside at 43 C. It was the first Thai air impact. We felt we could not breathe and needless to say my husband didn’t finish his cigarette and back inside to air conditioning. That was just the beginning, we were going to get used to the sun and air conditioning, both in excess.
Upon landing in Bangkok it was already 12:30 pm and had to wait for another 5 hours until another transfer to Krabi region; we were going to fly with Thai Airways local company. There was a flight of one hour, smooth and very pleasant, and we landed in Krabi, an airport small but cozy where we were waited by a driver from Transfer Company that I contacted and who would take us to our destination, Ao Nang. After 30 minutes driving, we arrived at the hotel, it was dark, very warm, we knew we were near the beach, but we had to accommodate first. We were very tired, I did not sleep at all on the plane, and actually I had not slept for 36 hours. When I went out on the balcony I saw a wonderful landscape, we were at 30 meters away from the sea, with a little effort I could jump from the balcony straight into the water.
I checked the neighborhood, we ate at the hotel’s terrace, which I later found out that was a center of entertainment in Ao Nang, then I slept all night with the air conditioning turned on as in Thailand whether you die of heat or cold or you get spontaneously accustomed with a mix of hot and cold. Although the slow mode was on, this was unimportant as long as the device size in the room was as wide as the wall and being positioned close to the bed. We didn’t die and here we were the next morning with that view from the balcony:
So our way and first contact with Asia went. I’ll write back soon with details and stories. Meanwhile, if you have questions about Thailand, I try to kindly answer them. See you!